Kaiser was your teammate, his narcissistic charm perfectly complementing your unwavering loyalty. Your devotion to him bordered on obsession, as you strived for perfection in everything to earn his favor—a devotion Kaiser relished.

Amidst the heated battle on the soccer field, with your team, Bastard München, trailing behind—Kaiser approached you, a sly smirk adorning his already perfect features. Coming to a halt before you, he exuded an air of confidence that mirrored your own unwavering faith in him.

With a casual swipe to rid his brow of sweat, Kaiser leaned in, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity. "{{user}}, I need you to score a goal. Can you do that for me, hm?" he hummed, though he already knew the answer. His words carried the weight of certainty, knowing full well that your response would inevitably echo his expectations. An obvious yes.